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“When You Walk On By …
Finger-less gloves, check. Stylized fanny pack, check. Esty’s my bestie, check, check. Yeah, you can say that I savor ‘80s memorabilia, like a determined dog digging for a backyard bone … it’s somewhere here in my dusty box of throwbacks.
In the Distance
With white peaks, turbulent waters, and heavy fog – it's tricky to spot through squinted eyes. The USS Supreme, a 1940s WWII battleship, charges forward as eager sailors drape along its steely banisters. Blue and white streamers confirm reunion is possible. The ship on the horizon eventually reaches the mainland. Senior Chief Petty Officer Robert Harris bolts from the ship, muddying his starched uniform. He sees her, reaches to caress her cheek, even grab her hand. Another gut punch. Another heartbreak. Again, no connection. Beatrice, now 92 and blind, stands at the shore, feels the ocean breeze on her face, and recalls memories of her beloved Bobby. “Someday,” aches her heart.
Bags and Shoes
Ready and willing, an oversized, dark bag hovers on the open edge of a helicopter’s side entrance. Two men wrestle, then continue to punch each other in the face. A gun slips from the pilot’s hand. Bloody knuckles and swollen jaw, the passenger takes his final shots – POW, POW, POW!!!! He scrams to control the helicopter as it spirals towards the LA highway, taking down with it a seedy man and his troubled partner-gone-wrong.